His Prisoner 21+

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Emaan woke up to the sensation of soft kisses trailing from her jaw to her neck. She fluttered her eyes open and found Arzal's face buried in her neck.

"Good morning, meri Jaan," he murmured huskily as he began to move his hand towards her breasts. Emaan gripped his hand and moved it away. She didn't like that instead of apologizing, he was acting as if he hadn't done anything wrong last night.

"So madam abhi bhi naraz hain?" (So, madam is still upset?)

Ignoring him, Emaan tried to get up from his arms but cried out in pain and lay back down.

"What happened, baby?" he asked, cradling her face.

"Mujhe dard horaha hai, aur meri taangein bhi dard kar rahi hain" she said, her eyes becoming moist. (I'm feeling pain, and my legs are hurting too.)

"Tch tch...shohar se door jaogi toh sirf dard hi milega." (If you stay away from your husband, you'll feel pain only.)

She removed his hand from her face with a glare. "Dard dene wala bhi shohar hi hai." She spoke, referring to last night when he behaved harshly with her. (The one causing pain is also my husband only.)

Arzal laughed at her retort.

Emaan stared at him, captivated by his rare laugh. His laughter was as beautiful as he was, though it belied his ruthlessness. To her naive heart, he was irresistibly attractive. He was the first romantic man in her life, and with his possessiveness, she knew he would ensure he was the last and only one.

A snap of his fingers brought her out of her thoughts. ""Kahan ghum ho? I know I'm handsome aur meri biwi hone ke haq se pura haq hai tumhe mujhe taarne ka par let's go take a bath. Washroom mein dekh lena mujhe, jitna bhi dekhna hai." With that, he carried her in his arms toward the washroom while she blinked, still processing what he had just said.(Where did you wander off to? I know I'm handsome, and as my wife, you have every right to stare at me. But let's go take a bath. You can look at me as much as you want in the bathroom.)

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Emaan sat on the vanity chair while Arzal dried her hair with a towel. She gazed at him through the mirror, thinking about how he was like a chameleon, constantly changing colors.

"Kin khayalon mein ghum ho?" he asked after combing her hair. (Which thoughts are you lost in?)

"Um... I don't have proper clothes," she replied hesitantly.

"What proper clothes?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

She touched the hem of her frock, which reached her knees. "I don't feel comfortable in this."

"Then get comfortable in it. Yahan mere ilawa tumhe koi bhi nahi dekh sakta in kapro mein. Plus, isse hamara honeymoon samjho." (No one besides me can see you in these clothes.)

"H-honeymoon?"

He bent to her level and placed his chin on her shoulder, their eyes meeting in the mirror. Emaan's heartbeat quickened at their close proximity.

"Yes, honeymoon. Aur honeymoon pe itne kapre nahi pehne jate hain." (And you're not supposed to wear so many clothes on a honeymoon.)

A thought crossed Emaan's mind, and she frowned as she expressed it to Arzal. "Par agar mujhe bahir jana huwa kisi kaam se toh in kapro mein kaise jaungi?" (But if I need to go out for something, how can I go in these clothes?)

He immediately straightened and spun her chair to face him. "Tumhe aise konsa kaam ana hai? Bethi raho chup kar ke ghar mein." (What kind of errands do you need to run? Just stay quietly at home.)

Her eyes welled up as she looked around the room. "Toh kya me pure chhe mahine is kamre mein hi rahungi?" (So, am I supposed to stay in this room for six whole months?)

He cradled her face gently. "Meri Jaan me tumhe bahir leke jaunga na. Uske liye of course alag kapre milenge tumhe. Aur yeh ghar bhi tumhara hi hai, sirf is kamre mein hi nahi, tum kisi bhi kamre mein ja sakti ho." (Meri Jaan, I'll take you out. For that, you'll have different clothes. And this house is yours too; you're not confined to just this room. You can go to any room you like.)

"Um... okay." She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

"In fact, laptop and phone saath layi hona toh apni ami se puch ke thori cooking wagera seekho." (In fact, you brought your laptop and phone, right? Ask your mom for some cooking tips.)

Her eyes lit up. "Oh yeah, laptop se yaad aya maine apne liye college bhi toh select karna hai, aj hi karungi." (Oh yeah, speaking of my laptop, I need to select a college for myself. I'll do it today.?

Arzal's hand clenched into a fist. He didn't like the idea of her continuing her studies and had no intention of allowing her to go to college.

He wasn't overly worried about her plans because he knew she was very naive and easy to control. In fact, she was already under his control. A sinister smile appeared on his lips thinking this as he watched her smile happily.

"Khair, main chalta hun ab. Mujhe kuch kaam se jana hai. Tumhara breakfast niche table pe already set hai." (Anyways, I'm leaving now. I have to go for some work. Your breakfast is already set on the table downstairs.)

She frowned at him. "But how? I mean, you said there's no one besides us."

He glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist. "Tum uski fikar mat karo, and I'll see you at night." Placing a kiss on her forehead, he left the room, leaving a dumbfounded Emaan behind. (You don't have to worry about that.)